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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Not one word in response to the arguments of the left and the repealers who want to murder your children. They do not care, they sneer and smirk and show their contempt by holding you to your standards whilst having none of your own, by expecting you to be reasonable whereas they are not to be held to account.

Stop playing fair.

When they say you are a man and that you have no right to speak about the topic of abortion, tell them that they are supporting the murder of children, and their opinion is invalid.

When they say you are repressing women's freedom, tell them that they are supporting the murder of children, and their opinion is invalid.

When they say you are endangering women's lives, tell them that they are supporting the murder of children, and their opinion is invalid.

Do not play fair, do not play nice, this has gone on for far too long.

Better men than me were in the march for life, and better men than me were holding aloft Our Lady on a palanquin and holding images of her as they marched with the rest of the march for life. And these better men were slandered on twitter and online and in the media, shamed for being men and standing up for the lives of the unborn generations. And these were far better men than the scoundrels and snakes who snipe at them and spit acid and hatred at them and their courage.

So hit them where it really hurts: in their feelings, which is all that these people really care about the shallow pools of filth that they are.

Do not apologise.

Do not justify yourself.

We are the men of Ireland and we will not sit meekly while our posterity is murdered before us.

Saturday, 18 March 2017

The primary reason why Ireland is in such a deprived state today, apart from our forgetting of God, is that we have grown apathetic to the thoughts of our ancestors, and grown cowardly when faced with criticism.

The majority of Irishmen today, if someone were to insult their country, would far more likely to be in agreement with our enemies rather than speak of the virtues of our culture and civilisation. Whether they have grown cynical with regards to the reprobate and corrupt political class which seems to endlessly rule our nation without real fear that the political establishment would be overturned should they act poorly, the real mask and true curse of national democracy, or they have seen enough of the vices of their fellow Irishman that they would have no issue with calling down curses upon himself and his neighbour so long as the foreigner would approve.

Now, a certain amount of introspection and criticism of one's faults and that of one's nation is good and healthy, in fact it is one of the perennial virtues of the Irish people that we had this measure of humility as a people, and it is probably one of the factors that helped us keep our virtues and our identity throughout centuries of deprivation. But when one is faced with an enemy on the battlefield, or a stranger at the marketplace, does one denounce and deride his commander and brothers in arms in full view and hearing of the enemy? Does one tell the stranger that his wares are sub-par, that he is a cheat, that his brothers are a cheat and that the stranger should not buy from him or his ilk and think this manner of pitch is wise and humorous?

No sane man of any other nation would do so. Yet the Irishman does. Why?

In my last blogpost I made the case that to get to the Irishman, the world had to tug at his insecurities, and relentlessly hammer home on his faults and failings of the past, to ignore and damn the good virtues and deeds so that in the eyes of the Irishman, he sees that the world can only see his faults and failings, and in time, that is all the Irishman can see too. And so the Irish have become scrupulous to the point of not seeing the forest for the trees. Nationalism is derided, tradition is considered worthless, history is forgotten, and the only thing that the Irish care about is not even their own material wellbeing, but whether the state's material well being in the economy is good.

When a poor man suddenly wins the lottery, he has no idea how to live with that kind of money, and more often than not, finds himself back out onto the street before he knew it. That is the state Ireland is in today, the Celtic Tiger years was a faustian bargain that flooded a historically poor nation with easy, free money but now Irishmen live in debt and deprivation without even the comforts or cultural familiarity that their grandparents had in their day to ease their suffering. And we do not see our suffering is the result of our sins and so we cannot see the trap that we are in, only accept the suffering and think this is the way of things. Our Scrupulosity has been turned into self loathing and we have lost sight of God.

And so the ferocious enemy laughs as they wipe us from the field of battle and the Wiley stranger manipulates our self hatred and guilt into giving up our wares not only for free, but to the point where we owe the stranger interest for the privilege of having our treasures pilfered by him.

This is not the end, the enemy will not rest until St. Patrick is dishonoured and every snake he banished from this fair Emerald at the End of the World comes to rest and strangle us and our cribs lie desolate and fallow. There is one thing our politicians have proven themselves weak towards in their cowardice and apathy, and that is shame. If you want to change in the Republic without overthrowing the democracy and without violence, you must shame them, shame them worse then any criticism of the foreigner, shame them worse than their own cold hearts could bear. Break them with your words so that if nothing else, they will show themselves for the snakes they really are. Or else they will repent, and change their ways.

Stop worrying about the economy, it is never going to be what it once was, we may be prosperous in the future, but it will not come about the same way as the false prosperity that ruined us, and it won't be coming any time soon. Many things need to be changed in Ireland before a man can open up a store and not worry about having to close it in three months time because he cannot pay his rates and his customer's wages do not give them the money to spare in order to give him the means to do so. Not a single iota of this will change the more we worry about the 'high' economy of stocks that only benefits bankers and large corporations but not men. When we change the focus and let the large trees unfit to stand on their own strength fall, the sooner new trees can grow to replace them in the forest.

Do not worry about our debt, we have as of now, already paid the full sum and again of what we owed in 2008 when the world stopped turning. They have not let us off the leash of the Troika and they never will. In fact of all the PIGS nations, Ireland has been the most industrious in trying to pay off its debt, if honouring our debts mattered a damn to them, we'd already be free. Sooner or later we will have to either leave the Union or default on our odious debt, or both. This is inevitable, we will have to suffer the consequences.

Do not worry about the migrant invasion in Europe, for all its horrors, our duty is to look after our own shores and borders. We must have our own house in order before we can begin worrying about the neighbour's house, we're no good to them if we become as flooded as they are.

Do not worry about wars or rumours of wars in the near east or elsewhere, worry instead about the silent war waged upon the entire Irish nation from the shadows of the airwaves and the radio, upon your ancestors, yourselves and your children. You will not raise men fit enough to be soldiers if you do not take care to protect your children from poison meant to weaken them.

Do not worry abut the Pope, pray for him, always, and pray especially for the bishops, cardinals and priests, but a certain degree of detachment from Church affairs is necessary in order to ease your anxiety and help you see clearly what you can actually do. Subsidiarity has always applied in the Church since ancient times, work on your parish level and do what you can do, leave the rest to God.

And above all do not despair. Despair is why we are where we are right now, and despair is what will keep us in chains. You have the blood of kings in your veins and the hearts of warriors in your breasts and, God willing, the souls of Saints. You are descended from the stuff of legends and you are destined to become the songs of heroes.

Thursday, 26 January 2017

It seems if you want to get an Irishman to do what you want, all you need to do is make him despair so much, that he refuses to leave his home.

This, it seems, has been what works regarding the progressive destruction of the Irish nation. Rather than working through guilt to make the Irish hate themselves, for the Irish have really no historical baggage for which to be beaten with having drawn the short straw on history so many times as to be almost comedic if it weren't so tragic. The Irish, when presented with immense fear mongering, has always seemed to vote cautiously and conservatively, this was most evident with the first Lisbon treaty referendum, which was so out of most Irishmen's realm of concern and news media that the first place I remember actually learning about it, beyond casual mentions on radio programming, was in a religious newspaper decrying its disastrous effects for Irish sovereignty, when I was still in secondary level education.

Then the vote came, and it was like it was the end of the world.

Or one would be forgiven for thinking that at the time, such was the rampant, rabid fearmongering from politicians, talking heads on radio stations and the news media. If we did not hurriedly vote this referendum through, and not think too hard about the consequences, such terrible things would happen to the Irish economy, the European economy, the world economy even!

And when the Irish, confused, alarmed and cautious, opted instead to vote no, then the knives were drawn. Then came such inutterable condemnation of the Irish people and their character that was unprecedented in Irish politics, how the common man was hammered for the current uncertain fate of Europe being a 'black hole' was the fault of his stupidity, his greed, his foolishness, his selfishness and his backwardsness. The Irish are used to facing opposition, in the form of guns and chains and religious persecution, but it seems that for however prepared the Irish psyche was for such things, it was roundly unprepared for such an overwhelming rhetorical backlash. Such was the gloom, doom and despair and for so long, and such was the utter condemnation from strangers on the continent that Ireland never had any animus against that by the time the second referendum came around, the Irish voted the 'correct' way. Mostly because those most cautious or ardent against it stayed home, or were pressured by their more ashamed peers and family to vote.

Such was the first fracturing of Irish confidence, well, I say first when it was not, but it was by far the greatest. It was the unconscious admission that the Irish vote did not matter, it was the first, true international test of our faith with our ancestors... and we broke it. Knowingly or not, that broke something deep down in many people's minds and hearts and souls. And it was what made me break with democracy, so incensed I was that it was at a march here in Northern Ireland, attended by no less a figure of Gerry Adams, who I was looking at to give me some sliver of justification to still be a republican when I had been having doubts for years at that point, to give me some reason to still believe in democracy. And apart from some rightful condemnation of the eurocrats for the shame of that second referendum, they quickly fell into the usual claptrap Sinn Fein spouts and I quickly found myself despising the socialism utilising nationalism as a tool for power. And when I went home that day, I started searching online and became a monarchist, not long after this blog was started.

I could go on with the treatment of Ireland by the IMF, the Troika, and all the rest, but those issues were largely our government caving in, and not the people as a whole, our next greatest defeat came with the Gay Marriage referendum.

Now, more than ever before, it was clear there was an organized animus against Ireland, the Irish and everything that we are. The campaign against Irish Catholicism, against Irish traditions and morality, against Irish ways and Irish laws was so extreme, the dehumanization and rhetorical attacks on the opposition to gay marriage so virulent and hateful, the Government and media support so inordinately lockstep, foreign funding so ubiqutous, that the average Irishman was so utterly overwhelmed he did not know how he could stand against it. It was so large a force, so powerful a movement, so immense a behemoth that there was nothing he could do. Which was exactly what they wanted you to believe.
And so he did nothing, Gay marriage passed into law by popular referendum, the first time in anywhere in the world, because those who would've fought against it despaired.

Years of declining job prospect and unemployment, taxes, rates and charges by the dozen, constant shaming by our European brothers, the powerlessness of Ireland's geopolitical position and financial and trading prospects and the utter gutting and decimation of Irish culture and pride and the diminishing of the Catholic Church and the cowardliness, worldliness and even open heresy of some of its clergy meant he found no succour, he found no comfort, he had no rock upon which to stand, no shelter in the storm, no shield and no sword with which to defend himself, and so he was cut down.

And there was the second great fracturing of faith with our ancestors. Of the kings of old who turned from their paganism and its open embracing of homosexuality and sin to the simple humility and quiet dignity of Christ. Because they despaired when their ancestors during the Great Hunger did not.

Now, there comes the next and final nail in the coffin of the Irish nation.

There will be an abortion referendum, they are already assemblign a people's council to advise on it. The government, both parties to a greater or lesser extent, will be for it or will pose half hearted resistance against it. Our unfaithful bishops and priests will silence and threaten our Godly bishops and priests into silence. The screeching of feminists the world over will shame our men and our women for being against it, we will be demanded to come into the modern world, to stop lagging behind in the dark ages, to be ashamed of who we are and where we have come from and what we believe.

That is always the way, on the one hand they shame us as best they can, and they shame us for the sins of homosexual priests who infested Holy Mother Church and they shame us for being 'backwards.' And on the other hand they will demonise us, they will engender such despair upon us such as has NEVER been seen in Irish politics. They will kill our hearts, disrupt our ability to communicate, challenge our faith, besmirch our ancestors and engender such calumnty and hate towards you that you would swear you were the most diabolic of criminals and the worst of degenerates.

And why?

Because they hate you.

The Lisbon referendum revote was because they hated your past, they hated your right to have a say, your right to be heard, your right to object given to you by your forebears.

The Gay Marriage referendum was because they hated what you are, your present. They hated that you had a protected marriage, they hated you had a family, the hated your ability to have that elevated in any sense in society and wanted it dragged down to become something it was never intended for: an expression of will and pleasure over purpose.

The Abortion referendum will be because they hate your future. They hate children, but specifically, they hate your children. They hate the baby in your wife's womb, they hate the child in your arms, they hate the sons and daughters laughing and playing and learning and living and loving. They hate your motherhood and your fatherhood. Because they hate themselves and they hate God from whom all good things come.

That is what they will do to you, come the time, and that is why they will do it.

They hate that you are a white race of people who have little to blame for the current state of the world, so they shame you for your past as a nation of emmigrents, fleeing poverty and hardship for better prospects in order to foist upon you millions of people who also hate you and have no intention of converting to your God, obeying your laws or learning your language. Or have you not been paying attention the past year?

They hate you because you are Christian and your ancestors are Christian, specifically Catholic, and they hate you for spreading the faith all over the world.

They hate you because you preserved the knowledge of the ancients, the Greeks and the Romans, as well as that of your pagan ancestors. They hate you for the valiant and worthy monks who transcribed the the works of Grecian philosophers and the oral tradition of the Gaels as faithfully as they did the Holy word of God, and thus saved and preserved western civilisation and would eventually aid in the Carolingian Renaissance and the flowering of Western Europe for their simple, humble efforts.

They hate you because you are hard working, so they will aid in any endeavour to rob you of work and dignity.

They hate you for being happy despite your many reasons to be sad, they hate you for being the sons and daughters of kings and chieftains and your noble and royal blood, they hate the humility of your grandmothers, the dignity of your grandfathers, they hate the love of your mothers and the strength of your fathers. The hate the challenge of your brothers and so they work to emasculate them, they hate the patience of your sisters and so they work to denigrate and despoil them. They hate your sons for their hope and your daughters for their joy.

They hate you. And want you to hate yourselves. Not because you are wretched and unworthy of praise, but because you are great.

It is the greatest and most terrible tragedy of modern times that Irishmen look at their state in the world and that of their ancestors and are ashamed. And this has been used against them to tremendous effect but the more one thinks about it, the more baffling it is to consider.

The Irish has survived the worst the world had to throw at them.

In God's infinite wisdom He placed Ireland at the end of the world. In the corner of a continent, separated by thin stretch of seas from richer lands. The isle was not rich, there were even less resources to exploit than even our smaller neighbours had to hand, yet still the Gaels prospered and traded.

The Irish were then subjected to invasion and despoiling, by pagan viking adventurers and Norman conquerors and in both instances, the Irish had the last laugh as these foreigners were themselves conquered by the very people they had terrorised and became more Irish than the Irish themselves.

The Irish suffered numerous persecutions and wars by a foreign power and heretical rulers, and still though numbers dwindled, they always came to claim back the land that was taken from them, if through no other means than simply living here and having children. And for all of that, kept the faith and never produced a heresy of its own.

The Irish were subjected to terrible famine and degradation, robbed of its culture, dying of hunger and helped along the way to death by uncaring foreign overlords they Irish survived and in its surviving won wars fighting in other peoples' armies and built roads and railways the world over.

And throughout all of this, the Irish suffered in poverty and want but never in ignorance, never in faithlessness. The Irish pushed and perservered in all things and in all things cannot be denied, not by Know-Nothings in America, apathetic British nor disdainful European cousins. We have fought in everyone's wars, sometimes on both sides, we have built their buildings and infrastructure, we have given them our music and poetry and we have contributed to their politics. We have had no empire, we have conquered no nations, built no triumphs, we have not had a technological revolution, nor have we ruled the waves of the world's gold, we have never dominated the marketplace nor boardrooms, we have neither ruled the sky nor the waves. But we have survived the worst of the world with the least the world had to give us and we did so with songs in our breasts and faith in our hearts and have spread to the ends of the Earth. Were we to just for a moment, as a people, stand still and take stock of our indefatigable spirit and realize for perhaps the first time in history we are more free to become what we can be than ever, ours would be the Earth and everything that was in it.

Remember man, that you are a son of God. A son of Milesius, of St. Patrick and the apostles of Ireland, of Brian Boru and of your father and that no amount of gold could be equal to the quiet dignity that rests about your shoulders like a cloak, or the nobility that lies lightly upon your brow like a crown.

Think on that for a minute.

And then know that these enemies demand that you take a knife to your own son's throat.